Capricorn Caper

Euterpe

most lyrical of muses

to you I lift my flute

inscribe my lines

 

My head is risen above the clouds

from whence I look down on thee

 

My greatest pleasure is observing

how your fingers grasp my pen

inspiring me to greater efforts

 

When you are joined by Erato

her lyre and flower

playing sweet music

I tremble like a tree

engulfed in storm

my branches shake

my fruit tumbles to the earth

 

Where intoxicated

I awaken to find

 

The channel changed

from muses after midnight

to newscasts in the morn

 

And I’m left

dreaming of two

white and frozen statues

like a goat without a horn

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